my soul is crying 
but noone can see 
it's right on the surface 
no buried in me 

i'm shouting for help 
as loud as i can 
but always too scared 
to reach for the hand 

i am not worthy 
and i've always known 
that i should be buried 
and die all alone 

i'm looking around 
can't see through self-hate 
to scream all alone 
i know it's my fate.